Tuesday, 20 November 2012

The Great Wager between Believers and Unbelievers

By Photios Kontoglou,
from his book Mystical Flowers, Athens, 1977

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On Pascha Monday night, after midnight
and before going to sleep, I went out into the little garden behind my house.
The sky was dark and covered with stars. It was as if I was seeing it for the
first time. A distant psalmody appeared to be descending from it. My lips
murmured, very softly: “Exalt ye the Lord our God, and worship the footstool of
His feet.” A holy man once told me that during these hours the heavens are
opened. The air exhaled a fragrance of the flowers and herbs I had planted.
“Heaven and earth are filled with the glory of the Lord,” I said.

I could have easily remained there
alone until daybreak. I felt as if without a body and without any bond to the
earth. Fearing, however, that my absence would disturb those within the house, I
returned and lay down.

Sleep had not completely overtaken and
I truly do not know whether I was awake or asleep, when suddenly a strange man
rose up before me. He was as pale as a dead man. His eyes were wide open and he
looked at me in terror. His face was like a mask, like a mummy’s. His
glistening, dark yellow skin was stretched tight over his head, displaying the
cavities of a dead person’s head. He did not look real – as if he was part of a
painting. In one of his hands, he held some kind of a bizarre object which I
could not make out; the other hand was clutching his breast as if he were
suffering.

This creature filled me with great
terror. I looked at him and he looked at me without speaking, as if he were
waiting for me to recognize him, strange as he was. And a voice said to me: “It
is so-and-so!” And I recognized him immediately. Then he opened his mouth and
sighed. His voice came from far away; it came up as if from a deep well.

He was in great agony, and I felt pity
for him. His hands, his feet, his eyes -- everything showed that he was
suffering. In my despair, I was thinking of helping him, but he gave me a sign
with his hand to stop. He began to groan in such a way that I froze. Then he
said to me: “I have not come; I have been sent. I shake without stop; I am
dizzy. Pray God to have pity on me. I want to die but I cannot. Alas! Everything
you told me before is true. Do you remember how, several days before my death,
you came to see me and spoke about religion? There were two other friends with
me, unbelievers like myself. You spoke, and they mocked. When you left, they
said: ‘What a pity! He is intelligent and he believes the stupid things old
women believe!’”

“Another time, and other times too, I
told you: ‘Dear Photios, save up money, or else you will die a pauper. Look at
my riches, and I want more of them.’ You told me then: ‘Have you signed a pact
with death, that you can live as many years as you want and enjoy a happy old
age?’”

“And I replied: ‘You will see to what
an age I will live. Now I am 75; 1 will live past a hundred. My children are
free from any needs or wants. My son earns a lot of money, and I have married my
daughter to a rich Ethiopian. My wife and I have more money than we need. I am
not like you who listen to what the priests say: “A Christian ending to our life
...” and the rest. What have you to gain from a Christian ending? Better a full
pocket and no worries ... Give alms? Why did your so merciful God create
paupers? Why should I feed them? And they ask you, in order to go to Paradise,
to feed idlers! Do you want to talk about Paradise? You know that I am the son
of a priest and that I know well all these tricks. That those who have no brains
believe them is well enough, but you who have a mind have gone astray. If you
continue to live as you are doing, you will die before me, and you will be
responsible for those you have led astray. As a physician I tell you and affirm
that I will live a hundred and ten years ...’”

After saying all this, he turned this
way and that as if he were on a grill. I heard his groans: “Ah! Ouch! Oh! Oh!”
He was silent for a moment, and then continued: “This is what I said, and in a
few days I was dead! I was dead, and I lost the wager! I was the confused one
and now the horror was upon me! Lost, I descended into the abyss. What suffering
I have had up to now, what agony! Everything you told me was true. You, dear
Photios, have won the wager!”

“When I was in the world where you are
now, I was an intellectual, I was a physician. I had learned how to speak and to
be listened to, to mock religion, to discuss whatever falls under the senses.
And now I see that everything I called stories, myths, paper lanterns, well, I
now know that it is all true. The agony which I am experiencing now, and this is
the truth I live in, it is like a worm that never sleeps; this is the gnashing
of teeth.”

After having spoken thus, he
disappeared. I still heard his groans, which gradually faded away. Sleep had
begun to take over me, when I felt an icy hand touch me. I opened my eyes and
saw him again before me. This time he was even more horrible and smaller in
body. He had become like a nursing infant, with a large old man’s head which he
was shaking.

“In a short time the day will break,
and those who have sent me will come to seek me!”

“Who are they?” I asked.

He spoke some confused words which I
could not make out. Then he added: “Over there, where I am, there are also many
who mocked you and your faith. Now they all understand that their spiritual
darts have not gone beyond the cemetery. There are both those who have done good
to you, as well as all those who have slandered you. The more you forgive them,
the more they detest you. Man is evil. Instead of feeling rejoice, kindness
makes him bitter because it makes him feel his defeat. The state of these latter
people is worse than mine. They cannot leave their dark prison to come and find
you as I have done. They are severely tormented, lashed by the whip of God’s
love, as one of the Saints has said [St. Isaac the Syrian]. The world is
something else entirely from what we see! Our intellect shows it to us in
reverse. Now we understand that our intellect was only stupid, our conversations
were spiteful meanness, our joys were lies and illusions.”

“You, who bear God in your hearts,
Whose word is Truth, the only Truth, you have all won the great wager between
believers and unbelievers. This wager I have lost. I tremble, I sigh, and I find
no rest. In truth, there is no repentance in hell. Woe to those who walk as I
did when I was on earth. Our flesh was drunk, and we mocked those who believed
in God and eternal life; almost everyone applauded us. They treated you as mad,
as imbeciles. And the more you accept our mockeries, the more our rage
increases.”

“Now I see how much the conduct of evil
men grieved you. How could you bear with such patience the poisoned darts which
came from our lips and which called you all hypocrites, mockers of God, and
deceivers of the people. If these evil men who are still on earth would see
where I am, if only they were in my place, they would tremble for everything
they are doing. I would like to appear to them and tell them to change their
path, but I do not have the permission to do so, just as the rich man did not
have it when he begged Abraham to send Lazarus the pauper. Lazarus was not sent,
so that those who sinned may be punished and those who went on the ways of God
might be worthy of salvation.”

“He that is unrighteous, let him do
unrighteousness yet more; and he that is filthy, let him he made filthy yet
more. And he that is righteous, let him do righteousness yet more; and he that
is holy, let him be made holy yet more” (Rev. 22:11).”